Hope can endure
Peace can sustain
Vision can preserve
But what can cleanse Vison clouded by frozen tears?
Or Peace corrupted by the questions of humanity?
Or Hope once lost in the embrace of darkened fields?
There the birds' sweet questionings are silent.
There the Vision gathers Peacefully, embedded with the only Hope it has ever known.
There nothing shakes,
and unperturbed
we sleep, all silent.
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